Secure. Secure? Yes, secure. Friday morning I woke to discover the earth cuddled in a downy comforter of fresh snow. Chimney smoke trailed through the mountain hollars, tinging the air with burnt locust and oak. A glorious hush...
Read MoreTrue story. Blonde, curly tendrils hung low over her piercing blue eyes. She wanted to hide, to run away from the despair threatening to consume her spirit. Her young faith clung to the Truth that God would never leave her nor...
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